Peycho Kanev writes

Cabin in the Woods

The night takes a walk inside 

the silence of the fog. 

Outside in the snow there are 

tracks that remember oblivion, 

but no sounds at all, 

only darkening shadows behind 

the snowcapped trees.

Who am I?

I look into the darkness

and see nothing. 

I call out my name to the void

and only the silence is hooted back.

 

 Winter Woodland Cottage -- Janice MacDougall